Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

The affairs in the sky are temporarily over, Yang Jian never made public, and even Xiao Tiangou never took him with him to go down to the world quietly, he didn't want others to know the existence of Wuyin.If you know, I'm afraid there will be a great danger of being silent.

After going around a few times, he came to the soundless house, which was utterly lonely, and everything was covered with a white cloth.Yang Jian frowned slightly, went in and called a few times, but there was no one there, and the weeds in the yard were also growing unusually vigorously.If someone has been living there, the weeds will be removed when they grow. How can this be the case.

"Father, he's gone?" It was agreed that when he came back, he changed his clothes and changed his appearance and came to the next door to inquire. Only then did he know that Wuyin had died of illness a few months ago.Jun Bao and Ao Xi took Silence's bones back to the hut on the other side of the West Lake and buried them, but they never came back.

Yang Jian lost his mind suddenly, he came back late after all, and he never even saw his father for the last time.

He knew where that hut was, so he immediately rushed to the West Lake hut with his golden light technique.There was no one living in the hut, and everything remained the same as before. When he came to the forest in the back mountain, there was a brand new tombstone in front of Jun Bao's mother's tomb.

"Xian Kao's silent spirit." Yang Jian knelt down as he lost his voice, "Father, I'm late."

Suddenly he felt a warmth brushing against his cheeks, the warmth was very familiar, he widened his eyes: "Father, are you here?"

Now it is Ah Piao's Wuyin who knelt down and touched Yang Jian's head and said softly, "I'm here."

Yang Jian suddenly stretched out his hands to touch, but the soul has no form, so how could he touch it.Wuyin smiled and began to condense a translucent appearance, and patted Yang Jian gently. Yang Jian raised his head and looked at Wuyin's appearance at the moment, which was five points similar to his appearance.

"Father!"

Wuyin sighed slightly: "Erlang, I'm here, I've been waiting for you, I know you won't forget to come back."

"Father, your soul..." If it is a remnant soul, how can it have such a powerful soul power, but it is indeed a remnant soul.

"My soul is still missing a piece. I can't sense where the remnant soul is yet, but as long as I'm not far from the remnant soul, I believe I can find it." Wuyin is very confident that the remnant soul is his Compared with the original him, even a ray of remnant soul is much stronger than his original soul, and so is his induction.

Yang Jian lowered his eyes: "Erlang is useless, he can't help father find the remnant soul."

Wuyin directly retorted: "How could Erlang be useless? Erlang is a rare hero in the Three Realms, and he is the pride of my father."

"Father, where are Jun Bao and the others?" There were no signs of them in the house in Shuzhong or this hut, but they must have erected the tombstone. Where did they go?

Wuyin looked at the mountains and forests in the distance, and he sighed: "When the chicks finally leave the nest, they should go out and venture."

His eyes returned to Yang Jian, but after a few days in the sky, he felt that he had suffered a lot, and the food in the sky was too bad.Wuyin floated to his side and smiled slightly: "Erlang, get up, what are you doing kneeling all this time?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, got up and brushed off the dust on his body, then said, "Father, you are a soul now, what are you going to do?"

"Without the restraint of that body, there are very few who can deal with me."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jian suggested: "Father, my uncle and I have asked for a soul-gathering cauldron, so that the soul can rest and recuperate. You might as well go to my place."

"Okay, that's fine. Although there are few who can deal with me, there are still those who can get rid of me." It just so happens that he also wants to practice, and he can give enough support around Yang Jian.

After all, it is too difficult to be alone, and it is better to have someone to accompany you than no one to accompany you.

His father agreed with his suggestion, he felt much better, and then gathered the silent soul in the Soul Gathering Cauldron.In order to prevent accidents before, he always carried this Soul Gathering Cauldron with him.After entering the tripod, the tripod has its own small world, and it is full of comforting atmosphere.

"Erlang, I like it very much." Presumably Yang Jian begged for this soul-gathering cauldron and his uncle for a while, this child.

Yang Jian put the soul-gathering cauldron into his arms like a treasure and sealed the aura from it, so that no one could find it.After staying in the mortal world for only a few hours, Yang Jian immediately went back to the Zhenjun Temple in the sky, and no one noticed.

After going to heaven, he built a secret room in his Zhenjun Temple, in which important things were specially placed, and he placed the soul-gathering cauldron in it.

The shape of the soul-gathering cauldron is somewhat similar to that of the incense burner. There are some small holes in it, and the silent soul turns into light smoke and floats out from the holes. He sat on the couch. He glanced at the secret room, and there were many books in it. .

Wuyin raised his hand and sucked a book over to read it. The self on it was strong and powerful, and the pen was as sharp as a knife. It was obviously written by Yang Jian himself.

"Erlang, if you come to that mortal world, I'm afraid those who call themselves calligraphers will be ashamed."

After Yang Jian received his father's praise, he felt happy and the corners of his mouth and eyes raised: "Father, your handwriting is also very good."

Different from Yang Jian's characters, the silent characters are both rigid and soft, thick and restrained.

"This handwriting is like a person, and we all write very well." Wu Yin has completely given up the word modesty. In his eyes, many people's handwriting is very good. Even children who have just learned to write are not lacking in good handwriting. .

Now he judges the word not only from the shape, but also from the spirituality contained in it.

"Father, you can rest here, I'm going to work." There are so many books stored here, Wuyin wants to read them, and it will take a long time to finish them. During this time, Wuyin should not feel bored.

Wuyin nodded and slightly raised his hand: "Go."

He never doubted how far Yang Jian could do things. What Yang Jian wanted to do must be the best, and no one could force him to do what he didn't want to do.

The door of the secret room opened and closed, Wuyin lay on the couch and read these books.There are detailed annotations on each book, even those who don't understand can understand the annotations.He held a pen in his hand and picked up a blank piece of paper to record his experience from time to time.

The soul doesn't need to eat, and he won't feel hungry. Looking at it like this, he doesn't know how long it has passed.When he stopped, it was when Yang Jian came in again, this time Yang Jian brought a stack of heavenly rules.

Wuyin couldn't help asking: "Erlang, how long has it been outside?"

"Father, it's been three days." Yang Jian neatly arranged the rules of the day and talked to Wuyin.

Wuyin floated over and looked at: "Tiangui?"

"This is the sky rule that is implemented today." Yang Jian flipped through it yesterday, and threw all the sky rules on the ground in anger, but finally picked them up. He still has to study how to take advantage of the sky rules.

In addition, revise a set of heavenly rules that are secretly implemented.

Wuyin raised his eyebrows and said mockingly: "I don't know how many strokes have been added to the so-called heavenly rules now. They say that the heavenly rules cannot be changed, but in fact they still have the final say."

There is nothing wrong with the law, it is the executors who use the law to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Wuyin stopped looking at that day and floated back to lie down on the couch. After tidying up, Yang Jian also sat down cross-legged.

"How does father feel here?"

Wuyin nodded and smiled: "Very good, I have benefited a lot from reading these books."

Yang Jian was very satisfied: "If father likes it, Erlang will bring back some other books for father." Anyway, he can still go to Kunlun. There shouldn't be too many books in Kunlun, and just a few of them will be enough for Wuyin to look at for a long time .

"I'll read these first before I talk. I can't chew too much." It's not easy to read the books here, and Wuyin doesn't want to be a person with high ambitions.

"Well, what my father said is right, Erlang is with my father." It just happened that he wanted to read those heavenly rules and study them to get familiar with them.

Together with my father, the efficiency doubled.

The two sat on both sides of the couch, with countless books beside them. The pens in the hands of the two kept moving, and each piece of white paper was filled with words.

Feeling tired, Wuyin went back to the Soul Gathering Cauldron to recuperate, while Yang Jian continued to sit aside to straighten out the day's rules.When he was angry, he would look at the Gathering Soul Cauldron, and his mood would improve a little.The soul-gathering cauldron is like an incense burner burning sandalwood that can give people a new life and peace, and the wisps of light smoke when Wuyin appears make it even more like it.

Yang Jian had to go out again, and before leaving, he asked Wu Yin to let him read with peace of mind.Wuyin naturally agreed, and after reading the book for a while, he sat cross-legged to practice, even souls can practice, don't you think there are souls who have cultivated into ghosts and immortals in the underworld?

After practicing for a period of time, Wuyin was floating around in the room, and suddenly found a guqin, which was made of high-quality paulownia wood.

"Qin? I haven't played it for a long time." He carried the piano out and adjusted the strings.

Gently plucking the strings, the timbre is "strange, ancient, transparent, quiet, smooth, round, clear, even and fragrant".

A piece of mountain and flowing water poured out from the fingertips, and the soundless seemed to be immersed in it. He didn't realize it until the last note was played, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Okay, good piano." It's a pity that no one can listen to him play a piece, and playing the piano alone is very boring.

After placing the piano, he continued to read the books, thinking about how to apply what he learned from the books to various aspects.

How much time does he have?

The author has something to say: My arm hurts a lot today, and the code words are so sad, so there is no way to add more codes.

Thanks to the motor oil for giving me a massage, otherwise it would be even more sad.Little angels, I will take a good rest today, wave.